At first, he didn't mind their struggling. Why wouldn't they struggle, they had struggled against his sympathy, his attempts to make them see reason, they had struggled against his anger...everything. All that Mettaton had tried to do, they seemed to find a problem with.
Trying to choke a robot was stupid of course, so he knew there was no real attempt there, and even if there had been, they would have to work harder than that. This form was but a puppet to the ghost inside. He wasn't even properly corporeal. Because he had died, and there was no way for him to fuse with the body permanently unless he felt a very strong positive emotion.
But the whisper in his ear, like Chara's telling him a filthy secret, it makes him stiffen, and his grip tightens around them, and he jerks on their legs, trying to shake them out of their position.
"Why are you doing this? You don't even have the right to judge me. What do you know of my conscience, you awful little human?!"
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At first, he didn't mind their struggling. Why wouldn't they struggle, they had struggled against his sympathy, his attempts to make them see reason, they had struggled against his anger...everything. All that Mettaton had tried to do, they seemed to find a problem with.
Trying to choke a robot was stupid of course, so he knew there was no real attempt there, and even if there had been, they would have to work harder than that. This form was but a puppet to the ghost inside. He wasn't even properly corporeal. Because he had died, and there was no way for him to fuse with the body permanently unless he felt a very strong positive emotion.
But the whisper in his ear, like Chara's telling him a filthy secret, it makes him stiffen, and his grip tightens around them, and he jerks on their legs, trying to shake them out of their position.
"Why are you doing this? You don't even have the right to judge me. What do you know of my conscience, you awful little human?!"